The Trans Woman They Hired for the Board Meeting

Ever since that afternoon when I ended up between the club director and one of his partners, I couldn’t think about anything other than the private meeting those men had every month. I had experienced it only once, almost by accident, and my skin still burned when I remembered it. I knew they were meeting again on Thursday, and part of me hoped they remembered my name.

On Wednesday, while I was drinking coffee at the bar of the place where I worked, I got a message from Sebastián, the director: “Come to my office.” A shiver ran down my spine, that uncomfortable mix of nerves and excitement I already knew well. I set down the cup half-finished and went upstairs.

I found him seated behind his desk, with that calm of his that always made my legs go weak. I closed the door. He pointed to the chair across from him without standing up.

—Renata, I called you because I want to propose something to you —he said, clasping his hands on the table—. Tomorrow we have the monthly partners’ meeting. After the boring part, when most of them leave, those of us who stay lock ourselves in the private lounge. We always hire entertainment for those nights. This time I want that entertainment to be you.

—Me? —I swallowed—. You mean… for all of them?

—For all of them. And you won’t be the only one, there will be more girls. I’ll pay you the same as I pay the ones I always bring in, and I guarantee it’s generous. What do you say?

The offer caught me off guard. It was risky, it was insane, and yet the idea of being surrounded by mature men, older than me, willing to pay for my body, lit me up in a way I couldn’t explain. I turned it over in my head for a few endless seconds. Then I reached my hand across the desk.

—I’m in. But I want the payment up front.

Sebastián shook my hand with a sideways smile.

—I knew you’d say yes. Tomorrow, when you finish your shift, come straight here. My assistant will be waiting for you to get you ready.

I left the office with my heart pounding in my chest. As I passed Camila’s desk, his assistant, she looked me up and down with a glance that already knew everything.

***

I spent the rest of the day convincing myself I was making the biggest mistake of my life. But every time common sense gained ground, the image of those suited men looking at me came back, and lust steamrolled reason without effort.

On Thursday, as soon as my shift ended, I slipped up to the office floor where Camila was already waiting, seated with her legs crossed and a canvas bag on the desk.

—You’re early. You’re anxious, it shows —she said, amused—. Even better, then we’ve got time. Take off your street clothes and put something from this on while we wait.

I opened the bag. Inside were several lingerie sets, all in my size, as if someone had studied my body in advance. While I checked the pieces, I caught Camila out of the corner of my eye also undressing and slipping into a black set that made her look like a magazine maid.

—Put on whichever one you want, it doesn’t matter —she said—. You’re going to have to change more than once before the night’s over anyway. And let me get you properly prepared. If you go in there not ready, you’ll regret it, trust me.

I chose a red lace set that barely covered me. Camila came up behind me, her cold hands wet with lubricant, patiently opening me up, finger by finger. I let her handle me; those were Sebastián’s orders, and besides, I liked her fingers. When she was done, she slid a thick plug into me, snapped it into place, and ended the session with a sharp slap on my ass.

—Ready —she said—. Now we wait.

***

We sat in silence for almost an hour until her phone rang. Camila answered, nodded, and stood up.

—It’s time. Follow me.

I walked behind her through the building’s empty hallways, my heels echoing in the silence and the lace rubbing my skin with every step. It was such a strange feeling, crossing those dim corridors dressed like that. When we reached the double doors of the lounge, Camila pushed them open and motioned me in.

Inside were Sebastián and seven other men, all in their fifties, all in suits, scattered between leather armchairs and a long table with glasses. I thought they were all of them until, behind us, two more women came in. One of them was Bárbara, a club partner I knew by sight. She recognized me, smiled faintly, and kept walking.

—Here’s the first one I brought you —Camila announced, gently pushing me toward the center—. The others are still arriving. You start with this one.

She left me standing in front of everyone. I didn’t know what to do with my hands or my gaze, but my doubts evaporated when three of them stood up and started running their palms over me, sizing me up as if they had the right to.

—So this is the one you told us about —one of them said, running his thumb over my lip—. You sure she can take it? You know how we get.

—Of course she can take it —Sebastián answered from his chair—. Eduardo and I already tried her together and she walked away. Try her yourself if you don’t believe me.

It was like a starting signal. The one holding the back of my neck shoved me down and filled my mouth in one go, setting a hard pace from the very first second. The other two took care of the back: they yanked the lace down until my ass was bare and, without any preamble, pulled the plug out in one tug. The “pop” echoed through the whole lounge. Right away I felt one of them start to enter me, slow but firm, forcing his way in.

While two of them used me at once, I looked for Sebastián. He was sitting right across from me, cock out but not touching anyone, watching. Behind him, Bárbara had her legs open and Camila, kneeling, was sucking him with delicious dedication. And even so, Bárbara was looking at me.

—What a delicious slut —said one of the men fucking me—. Looks like you’ve got her well trained. I want a turn too, come on.

—I took her ass first —the other one replied—. And she only has one hole. You’ll have to wait your turn.

—Why don’t you both take her at the same time? —Sebastián interjected calmly—. That way someone else can use her mouth.

The two looked at each other and smiled, obedient, and pulled me out of position. I was dizzy, on fire, my head spinning. When I saw the first one lie down on the floor, I let myself fall onto him and felt him enter all at once. But before I could move, the second one grabbed my hips from behind.

—W-wait, not that, I’ve never had two at once, you’re going to split me open —I managed to say.

The one behind stopped for a moment, poured more lubricant over both of them, and pushed again until the two tips forced me open at the same time. I screamed.

—No, no, slut —he laughed—. Look how tight you are. It’s going to hurt you, but I’m going to love it. Come on, slow.

They started moving together, both of them, gaining ground little by little until I had both completely inside me. They stayed still for a moment. Then one began to thrust while the other held me against his chest so I wouldn’t escape.

—Say it, say you love it, that’s what you came for —he whispered in my ear.

My eyes were full of tears and my whole body was on fire. I was about to ask for a break when Sebastián stood in front of me and filled my mouth, silencing me in the most effective way.

—That shuts you up, bitch —he said—. Take a little cream to wash the pill down.

He slid a tiny pill between my lips along with his release. I swallowed it almost without thinking, my body still split open by the other two. It had barely been a couple of minutes when a wave of heat rose from my belly and shut everything off: the pain, the fear, the shame. The only thing left was a sensation of pleasure so immense it scared me.

—Pure magic, what a good aphrodisiac does —Sebastián commented, stepping away—. Want more, or have you had enough?

—More… I want more, please —I heard myself say, and the voice didn’t sound like mine—. Don’t stop.

***

After that I only have fragments left. I remember having two men moving inside me at the same time, each at his own rhythm. I remember that, even after the other girls arrived, there were almost always two or three of them around me at once. I remember Bárbara sitting on my face, ordering me not to stop, and the other partner laughing somewhere in a corner of the lounge.

My last clear memory of that night is of being sprawled on the floor in front of everyone, completely wrecked, while the men adjusted their suits and left as if nothing had happened. It was Camila who lifted me up, wrapped me in a robe, and took me to her car. She cleaned me up as best she could and dropped me off near my house, still trembling.

I got home with my mascara smeared and my whole body feeling like a warm bruise. I didn’t need to explain anything: nobody was waiting up for me. I got into the shower, let the hot water run over me for a long while, and only then allowed myself to smile alone, without really knowing why.

The next day I counted the money on the bed. It was exactly what Sebastián had promised, not a peso less. And then I understood that it wasn’t the money that had brought me there, nor what would make me go back.

I decided to tell this story because, after that night, I don’t have much more to add about that stage: what came after were scattered encounters, the occasional threesome, nothing like it. I never lived through an orgy like that again, though it wasn’t for lack of looking.

Thanks to those who’ve read my stories this far. I love telling these things, and it does me good to know there’s someone on the other side enjoying them. Keep writing to me. I hope you’re doing as well as I was that dawn, walking barefoot down the hallway with the smile still on my face.